drum

early, the falcon screes
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she hunts for a force
to guide her,longs
for the absent wind

or a hunger
she would fill.
covers herself

with smoke and mirrors,
and the mocking bird caw

she edits the pentacostal road sign:
"not love, but its lack which blinds"
what she can't see

is what keeps her empty
and longing for sorcery.